“I made a fortune trading tulips in 1637...”

I started with one bulb and a dream. Sold it for a goat. Flipped the goat for a chicken.
Then I traded that chicken for a striped tulip that a guy named Joris claimed was “blessed by the crypto monks.” 🧙‍♂️🌷

Next thing I know, I'm leveraged 20-to-1 on a rare fire-petal, auctioning IOUs for flowers I haven’t even seen. I’m hosting moon parties, sleeping on velvet, and yelling “BUY THE STEM” in town square like a mad prophet.

Then it crashed.

Now I rent a shoebox from a guy named Jan who once traded his wife for a bag of soil futures.

Do I regret it?

No.

Because for 6 glorious days, I was the Wolf of Windmill Street. 🐺🌬️🌷